Vanguard narrowed his gaze at Rosso's words, turning to look at Nightshade, who had just leapt to his side. When he had first arrived, he had thought it rather curious that Nightshade was here to begin with - much like the cat was known to do, it was likely he was prattling off information he had no business prattling off. Something else that their enemies wanted to know, and he had just given them away. For now, he kept his gaze steady with the cat, fully believing what Rosso said to be true - he had watched the cat nearly turn in his other friends, and only stood up to protect others within his own organization, not the NIA. The whole of the trio - he, and the dragons - were impulsive, and Vanguard couldn't care less for them.
But, for the time being, even with all of their past transgressions, and the newest ones to add to the list, Nightshade was currently standing at his side against Rosso. The cat was far from an ally - but, right now, he was a useful tool. He didn't have to like using the tool, but, using it was definitely easier than not.
Then, he glanced back to Mistair behind him, worried about how she might fair should a full on battle take place in this tiny room. Whatever initial burst he had used against her left her worst for wear, and even her formidable defense was shaking against his flames when Vanguard had arrived.
The audible snap drew his attention back, as Vanguard had delegated to ignore the zealot's words. A small ball of fire appeared next to him, and, as usual, his ability to read Rosso fell to naught. Still, his master had once taught him that no attack went without purpose, and this seemingly weak one was no different. His verniers flared, and consumed the blaze of his personal fire ball within the intensive blaze of his own darklight pyre.
He locked his gaze on Rosso's form, as he had done with so many enemies before him, and set his targetting system to high power, his gaze burning behind his visor as he tried to locate any tells of weakness within the Navi's code before him. No data came off of him, but, maybe, just maybe, he could get a lock on some sort of flow within him.
In the time being, he decided to test a few measures. He knew that Magnolia, another Navi he couldn't read, had some sort of defense protecting her, and that, when pressed with his fires, her defense faltered. He raised his cannon arm and flared out a vernier around the cannon, the barrel releasing a concentrated burst into the shape of a sword. Vanguard charged Rosso, swinging his blazing sword at the barrier, and then quickly switching the essence of his blade from fire to darkness, trying to test his swing and see what could get through.
Within his holsters, the coils shifted and locked into place, chips moving up as the fires of his inner power source began to lick against the chips, empowering them with his darklight energy.
"Everyone has the right to be stupid. But you're abusing the privilege, Rosso. I though your brain could process sarcasm."
Nightshade kept quiet after that remark. He didn't care about what they said. They could hate him. They could despise him. They could think whatever. He had always been alone, with no one but a handful of navis he associated with that still couldn't really help him with his behavior. He was young and naive, thrust in a world of kill or be killed. A world where power was everything.
He tried, time and time again, to gain other's consideration. He tried so hard to make everyone happy. No more. He only had been used. So be it. He would take all the blame. It no longer mattered. They could make of him anything they pleased. Villain, Traitor, Sacrifical Lamb, Tool, Pawn. However, he would no longer let others dictate what his actions would be.
A snap of his fingers, and the fuzzy fireball fizzled out without even coming close to him.
"If you let him get into your head, you will die."
He turned over Rosso, stepping forward. The entire area rumbled from the Juuka's resolve. As Nightshade moved into his battle stance, the building they were in flooded with water, with the cat navi standing gracefully on top of it all.
His stance openly challenged Rosso. No more words. One of them would die there and it wasn't going to be him. He would realize the hard way.
The weak become strong once the chains of their heart are broken.
Last Edit: Feb 18, 2018 4:55:21 GMT -8 by Nightshade
When the flames had come Mistair had stepped aside from them as well, Rosso's eyes narrowing for just a brief moment. Whether that was a good sign or not was difficult to discern, but he didn't bother to move as Vanguard made his approach. He had moved for just a bit, changing where he was standing just a bit, but not because he was avoiding. No, the attack would still reach him in fact. He lifted his arm instead, the flames around it meeting with the blade he brought to bear. Against both the fire and the darkness, they both were still locked in combat with his own flames. Vanguard still couldn't get any reads on him, and the water that did make it into the confined room they were in immediately turned to steam upon reaching him. He used his other arm, looking as though he were aiming to grab Vanguard by the holsters he had on his arm. Except what happened instead was him unleashing a blast of flame that unlike the weak flame from before, designed for them to react just as he wanted them to, ignited the entire room in an instant. The room had gone from filled with water to filled with steam while also being on fire all around them. This place made for the perfect battlefield for all of them, didn't it? One where the opponent couldn't move around very much suited Vanguard and a small area suited Nightshade's brazen water attempts. But it also meant that he wouldn't miss them unless he wanted to while also blocking the only way out of the room, the position he had taken up as soon as Vanguard moved. That only mattered for Vanguard and Mistair though, as the third one who thought he could try to save face with words lost that option the moment Grom brought him here.
All the cat could think to do was avoid the ball of fire and then flood the room? With their main enemy a fire Navi, it wasn't that bad of an idea, but, Vanguard's flames receeded a bit as the waters raced around his legs, his own body letting off steam in response. Immediately, a powerful vernier exuded from his body, rapidly evaporating water around him before it could get to him. This became quickly unnecessary, as all of it went up in steam when brunted against Rosso's flames.
He needed Nightshade to be a bit more productive than just stand around while someone was trying to incinerate them.
Whether it was that he saw no need to raise his unique defense yet or that his attacks simply bypassed it, Vanguard had no way of knowing. Of course, he also wasn't certain that Rosso had it - he'd never actually seen it. Still, birds of a feather flock together, and he and Magnolia both pull no readings. The last time he had been with Rosso, this would sometimes fluctuate - he needed to find a way to push him to those limits, so that his true prowess would shine through.
Until then, he would try brute force. Rearing back his darklight saber from Rosso's protective flames, he summoned the chip he needed to his aid. A slot within his coils ignited more violently than the rest, and the purple chip within it visibly darkened - but did not dissolve. Instead, the outline of a familiar drill formed itself around his sword's edge, and broke down, the flames of his sword spiralling and becoming one with the metallic surface of the drill.
His drill had just shattered against the force of Magnolia's unseen defense, but, this was a different ability entirely - he had used the essence of his chip to empower his blade, still resonating with the flames that pushed Rosso to raise a defense. Within the everglowing pyre, barely visible behind the flow of darklight energy, a series of glowing reticles had formed just outside the barrel of his cannon. Two, to be precise, each one funneling his darklight flow ever sharper, ever deadlier, the vernier of his blade laser thin; a single, solid reticle was also floating outside the barrel. This one held the shards of metal from the DarkDrill's essence within it, another trick Vanguard had masterminded.
If he couldn't find a spot on his body to place a reticle, he'd simply use his own. With nowhere to go, Vanguard swung the laser sharp blade, the devastation he fired with each blow just as lethal as though he had a true reticle on Rosso's body to aim through. His blade didn't have any reticles on Rosso's body guiding it to vital points within his code, but, the reticles he did have would allow the blade to act like any other. His eyes flared, little dots appearing in the air as they went about trying to bombard Rosso, each one that connected dotting a small reticle on his body - without any care for the flow of his data, these reticles would simply better aim his blows, and ensure the hair line flow of darklight data would be all the deadlier.
Post by Nightshade on Feb 18, 2018 22:36:17 GMT -8
Nightshade weaved around the flames, taking note of the time it took for Rosso to evaporate the water that naturally flowed when he fought. His strategy was set then. Bringing his hands together, a few moments of focus before a whirpool was summoned around him. He wouldn't want to leave the opponent any room to use their abilities.
The Cat navi would make sure to choke out all thr flames by completely flooding the entire room with water like a fish tank. Adding an additional waterflow to trump evaporation factor by a good ten to fifteen times over. There was a limit in heat transfer between fire and large masses of water, plus the resulting steam was still useful to it.
Not counting increased friction, of course, that would not affect him in the slightest. Slotting in numerous chips and charging up various attacks, he would spare to send Rosso a shocking reminder of who he was fighting with by sending a few trillion volts of electricity straight at the guy. Water or steam it did not matter. Both were great conductors.
Fully expecting his opponent to try and nullify his efforts he prepared a backup plan that would give him more room to play with.
As Nightshade went to try and evaporate the flames, he would see that he didn't even have to try. In all of the steam the flames had all flown back to Rosso instead, landing firmly in his hand and flowing back inside as Vanguard started to make his move as Rosso started making his toward Vanguard instead of holding his ground. So instead the entire room began to be filled with water, Rosso still simply holding his ground and waiting for it. And then much like the time with the Shadow Devil before, the electricity was sent out to hit the entirety of the room. Exactly as Rosso expected the moment he let loose just a little bit of fire to coat the room. Mistair only expected it once she saw him actually repeating exactly what he had the last time and at the very least, defended for herself in her barrier that also now served as an air bubble. But it was also stronger than she was expecting, so she also didn't make it for Vanguard in time, who probably wasn't expecting friendly fire when he wanted the cat navi to not just stand around.
He ignored the reticles that came at him, those melting as they touched his body without gaining any ground in a fashion that was worse for Vanguard than his time with the Shadow Devil. The water didn't slow him down either as the flames he gathered earlier in his hand ignited like a sun in his arm that he drove straight into Vanguard's chest as the electricity was being sent through, leaving the Darklight Harvester to fend for himself in that instant. And Vanguard could feel something awfully familiar as it did, the precision that drove the blow to vital points within his own body as snapping sounds could be heard, likely the bones related to the ribcage. Then it extended through his entire body before he was launched through the electrified waters, Rosso not pursuing him just yet as he still held his position. And the bleeding that would occur also seemed intensified, more akin to Nightshade's more relevant trademark. The reticles couldn't stick, the water didn't slow him down, nor did the electricity paralyze him like the others. He would've said he told Vanguard all about this, but he imagined the circumstances around him would keep him from listening very well.
Post by Nightshade on Feb 19, 2018 14:37:41 GMT -8
Saying he was aiming for Rosso would be a mistake. Water was very well known to be an uncompressable medium. Meaning that all the pressure of all the attacks in the room plus the constant flow of water would extert tremendous pressure on any and all surfaces. Not counting the previously evaporated water of course.
Now where would all that pressure go? Well, while the walls might have been thicker there was always a thinner part that would obviously crack under the half juuka's power. Namely, doors and hatches. With the room eventually going to explode sooner than later, he moved to phase two of his plan. The guy could simply shrug off any any of his attacks...or so it seemed. Never show weakness to your opponent they said.
Exibiting speed and technique unseen before he intercepted Rosso's blow from Vanguard by deflecting the guy's hand upwards with a rising kick. Be did not know if he managed to avoid all of Vanguard damage, but the guy was being reckless to just rush in that close without understanding the opponent. It also seemed that his ally for this fight did not fare well with water.
Just like he got in, he zipped out about twice as fast, making sure to forcefully pull Vanguard away from the fire titan with a firm grip on the Darklight's warrior's waist. He would make sure his water did not bother him any longer that he had to endure. He would immediately call for all the oxigen diluted inside the water to rush to both Mistair and Vanguards. They would be able to breathe fine for now. This situation wasn't going to last long anyway.
Knowing that Rosso would try and strike when he exposed his back at him to retrieve Vanguard, he already had a barrier up and running. A few little tricks of his he never got to show off until now.
Wasting no time in petty dialogue, he resumed his plan. He obviously had elemental and speed advantages. He needed more. He needed any sort of advantage he could get. They guy in front of him had basically even cheated out of the risk of using Beast Powers. One thing that could work for him was the battlefield. He did not like the cramped room they were in, so he immediately began to work to gain field advantage over the Fiery navi.
Somehow he found himself cursing his Beast Powers. If he had the real thing right now Greiga's power would be fueling his abilities to a whole other level. Still, was that the real way to use what he had?
Juukas were unrivaled in power...but what was power? Was it just strength or something else?
A pair of spheres generated in each of his hands. If the room was really that tough to defy the natural laws of the net then he would mame sure the room and the entire building was going to be completely razed to the ground.
He knew about the curse and the virus. So his Beast Powers would probably be part of his tinkering. He probably knew exactly what tools he had. Yet he could not possibly know how he would use them.
The cat's navi's stare turned from its normal ocean blue to Greiga's Juuka' Blood Red. This wasnt a normal fight. Every step needed to be new. Every move unseen. He had to completely break his typical battle style. From now on, every move needed to be unique and executed to perfection.
Even as Nightshade came to intercept his attack, the rising kick didn't slow down Rosso's attack toward Vanguard at all as he still hit him with all of the intended force. He didn't even try to attack Nightshade in the back when he went to go pick up his teammate, instead using that time to evaporate all of the water yet again in an instant. They were back to square one for the most part now, still inside of the room with no way out, just without the water and back to the steam. He supposed he didn't need to be lenient any longer either, given that his point was already made. And now that Nightshade had started his own work, well... this would be amusing.
"Hey, Nightshade? A question for you to not understand again. What is it that you gain when you start using those leftovers we left for you?"
Water did not work. Electricity did not seem to work. He would be immune to fire. He seemed Rosso really wanted to keep them locked into that room. Still, evaporating a body of water into steam that instant meant an intense power output. Fact still remained. Pressure buildup would be even more prominent now with the added volume. The room was not going to last.
Focus. Fight. Win.
Him not being bothered by water nor electricity meant he was using either an invisible barrier, some sort of aura or more. Just like the Life virus. He suspected a Giga Program being at play. However, he needed to ascertain just what he was dealing with.
Close combat or Ranged attacks? Vanguard almost got himself killed by a simple approach. He needed to pinpoint the giga, the expansion that came with the giga and whatever exotic armor he was wearing before attempting anything rash. One mistake and all was over.
His eyes narrowed. If he was behind his change, he knew all of his beast powers...however, Psyche had completely taken out everything bad. If he somehow had control of them it would be bad.
No. If he had control over him, he would have killed him already. The virus was probably was the key. Watever it was, the reason Rosso wanted him dead was probably to retrieve those remnants. Remnants that were now part of his own code and no longer separate. Could he fear it? No. The guy did not seem to be programmed with fear.
However, Nightshade knew the guy was technically a true juuka. Maybe that was the problem. He was so strong only because he could control the cybeast. Actually, it was subjugation or something else entirely?
Nightshade's head raced a mile a minute. Always bracing for the next unseen attack. He snapped his fingers, sending yet another zap of electricity at his opponent.
Suddenly, the confines of the already cramped room became all the more evident, as Nightshade responded to the brunt of Rosso's efforts with all the water he appeared capable of mustering. The room flooded far beyond his usual comfort zone, Vanguard's flames all but receeding into his body as the waters rose well above their heads, the sealed off room turning into a fishtank.
He couldn't swim. He also couldn't breath. Vanguard started to panic, as was the natural first response in this kind of situation, but, quickly started to collect himself. Collecting himself was all the time it took, however, before Nightshade suddenly suffused the aquatic surroundings with a massive volt of energy - and it was about this time that he locked eyes with Rosso, and saw a daunting sight.
The zealot's fiery gaze had a reticle burning within it, glaring down at Vanguard's body. The very same gaze that he used to bore into his opponents with lethal accuracy. The blazing sun in Rosso's grasp was suddenly all the more terrifying, and, all at once, the lightning and sun both struck against him.
Vanguard had been bent against Rosso's hand, as he felt the fires coursing through his body as the process he had manipulated so many times took course within his own code, the vital point within his flow causing massive damage as it was disrupted. Nightshade's intervention only made it worse, as he pulled him off of Rosso's hand, nearly wrenching his insides to his outsides, and left him floating in the waters, a hole in his chest where Rosso had struck him with the same terrifying accuracy he used with every strike.
He felt the impurity of his heart set ablaze, his inner will to survive, and as Rosso once again banished the water from the room, he found himself crouched on a wall, next to the similarly damaged Mistair. The electricity from the previous shock still coursed over his body, causing him to flinch up and spasm without control, the intensity of the electricity within the water all the more evident. How had he left himself so open? He had thought that Nightshade would have been more insightful, more helpful, and, in the end, he did the exact same thing he had done with the Shadow Devil: Prove that he was only capable of thinking of his own desires and needs, without any care for anyone else.
The look in Rosso's eyes was still emblazened in his mind. The power of his darksoul was alight around him, but, he hadn't the energy to stand - he was pushed to this state by force, for once, and not because he had planned it. As he glanced up from his pinned position, he noticed that Rosso hadn't been slowed down by the water all around him - and the reticles that had struck his body hadn't stuck, disintegrating when they touched him. He hadn't been too privy to whether or not the electricity from Nightshade's blasts had struck him at all, but, if they had, he appeared largely unbothered by the paralysis, too . . . he'd somehow copied Vanguard's unique propensity of lethal force as well as possessing a number of defensive means against a wide variety of effects.
It also meant that the cramped room was just as beneficial to Rosso as it was to him - which meant that this could get really dangerous really quickly. He looked over to Mistair, likewise displaced and bothered, and forced his body to listen to him long enough to slot in a chip. Instantly, the electricity coursing through him fizzled away into nothingness.
Nightshade had once again proven himself to be a horrible ally on the field of battle, and Vanguard held no sorrow for whatever Rosso planned to do with him. His only hopes were that, while he was against the wall, Rosso would be more focused on the cat than himself.
His cannon arm's barrel extended ever so slightly as a new Darkchip dissolved from within his holsters, and he pointed the barrel at the floor. Summoning what energy he had left, he slotted in multiple other chips all at once, nearly emptying his reserves, and summoned a series of energy reticles on the outside of his cannon. He hadn't the time to search for a weak point within the floor; he needed to be fast, before Rosso tried to stop him. So, he would focus all of the force of his single most devastating weapon into a single focal point without ever having to worry about setting that point on the floor. His eyes locked onto a spot, his vision burning a small reticle there for the purpose of a target.
In times of need, his fiery essence could run free, and create a burst of all-consuming blaze as opposed to a single burst of raw power. All the force of his single most powerful offense charged within his cannon's barrel, the cannon fire laser thin as it fired through and focused within the first of the reticles . . .
. . . and then expanding to massive proportions as his DarkCannon's full force blazed out into the room. A vermillion inferno coursed through the massive reticle at the end of his cannon, the heat and power of his cannon blazing both down and forward, as the cannon fire split into two beams without losing any power. His plan was to smash both Nightshade and Rosso against the wall - hopefully, the two too indulged in their own affairs to notice - and, hopefully, out of the room, while the blast at the floor was intended to blow a hole through it.
This was the level of cannonfire Vanguard usually employed with the intent to delete, beyond all opposition, against all hopes. Against Rosso, he was at least hoping the fire would slow him down long enough to drop through the hole he was hoping to make in the floor, with Mistair in tow.
"Silence? I guess you aren't as stupid as you look since that's the right answer."
The electricity that came racing at him met his arm that he used to bat it aside without a care. Just as before it had reached him, but it didn't bother him at all. He didn't have to worry about his opponent dodging in this confined space due to the position he had taken since the fight started. He was already against the wall in essence, simply in front of the door instead. All he had to do was unleash an attack that couldn't be extinguished and in that instant all of them would perish. So if he unleashed one of his suns in this room, it would devour them and the room itself all at once. So he would do just that, not even bothering to aim at Nightshade or anyone in particular. He simply opened his left hand, the malevolent force gathering and about to unleash itself before his eyes moved to Vanguard instead. He was expecting him to shoot the floor at least, but the shot that covered the entirety of the room was well played on his part. So instead of attacking he simply moved his body a bit, the shot slamming into him as he hit the wall as expected. Thanks to the flames, the water, and then this, the door didn't hold up against the force of Vanguard's strongest shot as it forced him through it in turn. It was built to withstand plenty of force, but Vanguard's level of direct power certainly eclipsed Nightshade's, so he wasn't surprised when he went through the door instead. Just like the hole that opened in the floor from his other shot, hopefully having bought the time he needed to at least drop through the hole to another area of the base.
He was not bleeding. If he wasn't bleeding, it meant that the guy had an immunity to any kind of status ailments. So that was the giga. What about defense? Nightshade couldn't help but grin beneath his mask at how easy it had been to bait a reaction out of Rosso.
Seeing at how easy had it been to swat away his weak attack, the defense he had can be activated and deactivated at will. Or wait. He did not seem to have armor or an armored frame at all. He could block things, he could barrier things...at the same time.
The cat navi lowered himself on the ground. Triune. Rosso had one of those military tech things in him them. No wonder he was able to nullify many attacks at once regardless of what offensive property they had. Still, he remembered Thorn talking to him about them. Nebula rarely ever used such experimental upgrades, they occupied too much space, and were taxing resource wise.
He could not bank on just making him waste resources. He probably had been built to last. The easily evaporated water showed such. Rosso did not seem to mind wasting a few megawatts to rid the room of the water.
He turned over to check on Vanguard...immediately wall jumping and grappling on all fours on the roof of the room, sinking both his sets of claws into the concrete for good measure. He looked as the Darklight Warrior literally let off a nuke on the floor with full intent of destroying it. Surprisingly, it blew a hole clean through it and sent their opponent through the door.
That thing could have killed him, but at least it was the closest stuff to damage they had on Rosso.
He wondered if the two there would be able to leave the base. For him, the thing was different. He was tired. He just ran around in circles all the time. He had been used and used and used. Still this was his chance. Vanguard had helped him by creating the opportunity to exite the room and lead Rosso somehwere where he could gain terrain advantage. Dropping from the roof and springing through the door, he made sure to drop one of the two bombs he was holding at Rosso' feet for good measure while he zipped around for the nearest window. The second bomb would be used to explode it from the inside and jump through.
He had to take a gamble. Would Rosso follow him or go after Vanguard? If he knew how the guy thought, he was the priority to take care of, considering Mistair and Van were easy kills in their state...would he risk losing track of the cat navi superior speed?
As he ran, he kept on thinking about what Rosso said. He was behind his remnants. The Nia itself had been compromised. He thought they were the good guys, but it seemed their leader was behind all of this, if not one of the guys. Magnolia was from the Creamland Knights...
Realization struck him. The Nia was compromised, the knights were compromised...the ONB was obviously compromised as well. It would make sense. Such a large scale terrorist attack. A Life Virus in Element City for so long it had nested and the ONB did not mind? He immediately sent a message to Kajira. He trusted her. He knew he could trust her.
*The ONB, is compromised. Trust no one.*
He wondered if it was time to use those powers. But what if...even if they weren't powerful, he still had more tools at his disposal. Then, suddenly...he understood. Things clicked into place.
It was time to see just how good of a Juuka he was.
And then, the blackness encroaches upon Nightshade's vision.
This has gone on for long enough.
A sudden, jolting pain in his legs knocks him off-balance, bringing him to his knees. The rubber of his suit has been pierced from within, by what appear to be purple crystalline spikes sprouting from his flesh. His hands have undergone a similar transformation, his fingers having practically burst apart to make room for a larger set of crystalline claws that now clack against the ground as he is forced off of his feet and onto all-fours by a phantom force.
I let you loose for a day, and you do nothing but stir up trouble wherever you go. I promised to myself that it would not come to this, but clearly I have been lax in my discipline.
The painted-on eyes upon Nightshade's helmet flash to life, a crimson glow now alight behind their lensed surface. The face behind his visor seems to be almost melting, first turning a translucent purple before losing all texture... and then reforming into a set of jagged glass fangs before his true eyes. His muscles bulge and ripple with power that is not his own, moving with force and will that is not his own...
As Vanguard's power surged through the room, he watched as Rosso was thrown through the door and out of the room, and then watched as Nightshade bounded up and across the ceiling to make his own exit, as he was known for. It was the last time he would trust the feline with anything, but, he really didn't have the time - nor the luxury - of staying around to complain about it.
He reached over, able to ignore the pain in his chest thanks to his darksoul being alight, flinging his bad arm around her and forcing his hand to get hold of her, as he used his legs to drag himself over the edge of the hole in the floor. He was still actively digging, as his DarkCannon's unholy blaze was still funneling at half powe. He wasn't sure exactly how much energy he had left to dispsense into the Cannon at this point, and knew that his darksoul would eventually give out - he didn't rely on it enough to feed into it like others, and used it only as a sort of adrenaline rush in times of need. He had Mistair with him as he fell through the hole he was blazing through, dropping through the base with hopes of finding some place close to an exit, or at least with a good hiding spot, on the other side.
Meanwhile, he absorbed what energy he could out of his DarkRecovery chips, knowing from experience that the influx of power wouldn't be enough to fix whatever Rosso had just broken inside of him, but watched with silent thanks as at least the hole in his skin closed up. He used what strength he had to take Mistair's hand and crush a DarkRecovery within it, keeping hold of her hand to absorb the brunt of the Darkchip's corrupting aura, his flames readily eating away at its dark aura, just as he had before.
Post by Nightshade on Feb 24, 2018 12:08:14 GMT -8
Nightshade tripped and fell. He grunted in pain, looking as his body turned into something else. Then, knowing what this was he didn't do anything but let that happen. His sister's voice was clear. His suit disintegrated, exposing the glossy purple Dark Matter that comprised his body. All the five cores within him began soffusing a red light around him as the red veins connecting the five oval shaped objects to the rest of the body began pulsating. He didn't even notice his helmet merging with his face into a mask.
With his armor corroding into a black with blood red highlights. For the first time in a while, Nightshade ceased to exist and the real being within the cat like body finally reawakened. Zv-404 Nightcore was alive once again.
Nightcore's eyes shined of a deep red as he stood up, morphed his hands into sharp claws and moved to return inside the room at the same speed he left, passing by Rosso and moving to incapacitate Vanguard.
Hm...breaking both his legs would be nice. Returning in the room and noticing the hole in the floor, he extended his hand. Slotting in a BugDeath Thunder he released the ball of purple lightining down the hole. It would be enough to apprehend an already crippled navi with dead weight on his shoulders.
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2018 12:12:33 GMT -8 by Nightshade